What Grace is This!

When I consider all my sin:
The vileness still found within;
I wonder then, how can it be
That God's dear Lamb did die for me?

And so, of reaching Heaven's bliss,
I do despair, and ponder this:
My sin too great to be forgiven,
Nor e'er one hope to enter Heaven.

Then sweetly comes that blessed voice:
"Lift up your head, My child, rejoice -
My grace, sufficient e'er shall prove:
Thy sin, though great, bows to My love."

My heart and voice in wonder sing
"Amazing grace." My soul takes wing
To lift the Name of Him on high,
Who loved me and for me did die.

MC